Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 477 [Isolate the wilderness and expand the layout]

In this meteorite belt, any meteorite is hundreds of millions of feet in size, shrouded in the periphery of the prehistoric world. Even a saint cannot shake these meteorites.

With these meteorite barriers, the prehistoric world can be regarded as completely hidden in this endless outer world. At least for the time being, there is no need to worry about other worlds that will make plans to enter the prehistoric world.

However, it is difficult for the prehistoric world to draw attention to the outside world.

And the person who did all this was Zhang Yan.

"The situation has been decided, and now it's time to conquer the world."

Zhang Yan was sitting in the Baihua Pavilion of Zizhou Mansion, with a mysterious smile on his lips.

"Taibai, pay homage to Tianzun."

Taibai's figure quietly appeared behind Zhang Yan and bowed to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan turned around and looked at each other and said, "Come with me to the outer world."

"As ordered."

Taibai didn't know what Zhang Yan meant, but he didn't ask any more questions and just followed Zhang Yan and disappeared.

In the wild sky, in a starry area, two figures passed by, galloping towards the endless distance.

Both of them are Hunyuan levelless golden immortals. Needless to say, they are fast. They can travel across millions of light years in an instant, which is not a big problem.

But even so, the two of them galloped for more than several months before reaching their destination.

In front of you is a huge blue universe. The entire universe is very big, with a huge gray continent floating in the center, and around this continent, there are dozens of small worlds, large and small.

In every small world, there is endless vitality blooming.

"Tianzun, where is this?"

Taibai could tell at a glance. Isn't this one of the three great worlds that escaped from the void thousands of years ago?
  "As you can see, this world has long belonged to me."

After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he smiled slightly and stepped forward.

Although Taibai looked puzzled, he followed Zhang Yan without hesitation.

Not long after, Zhang Yan and Taibai arrived on the continent filled with gray air. This continent was very large. If you really want to compare it, it was at least as vast as two states in the ancient world.

As Zhang Yan and his two men arrived, a ray of light fell in front of Zhang Yan. It was a graceful woman. When she appeared in palace attire, she bowed to Zhang Yan and saluted, "I have seen Dao Yan in the past." Heavenly Lord."

Zhang Yan nodded and smiled: "I didn't expect that you had just been promoted to the middle stage of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal."

Zhang Yan can see through Shi Chen's cultivation at a glance, naturally because he is also in this realm at this time. However, compared to Shi Chen, who relies on precipitation to reach the middle stage of the Hunyuan Stepless Golden Immortal, Zhang Yan, who relies entirely on cultivation, Significantly more powerful.

"From now on, this vast world will be our cornerstone,"

"Haha, Hongjun wants to plot against me and let me fight to help Honghuang, and he can sit back and reap the benefits. How can I do what he wants?"

Zhang Yan shook his head slightly, then looked at Shi Chen and Taibai, "You all go and get ready. I'm going to have a good time in this world."

Zhang Yan already knew what Hongjun was planning, and the reason why he sent time out of the world to achieve the realm of heaven was to become a springboard for him to escape from the prehistoric times.

It was impossible for Zhang Yan to walk in front of the stage and let Hongjun reap the benefits, so he came to this world.

The world is a big sea of ​​suffering. People are in the sea, their bodies are the boats, and their souls are the people in the boats. The boat carries people and continues to the other shore.

Is it to cultivate the physical body, strengthen the hull, and reach the other side of the sea of ​​suffering? Or is it to cultivate the soul and make the people in the boat familiar with the nature of water? Those who practice martial arts will become immortals, and those who practice immortality will become immortals.

The cultivation system of this world is not much different from that of the prehistoric world. The only difference is that if a body-refining monk here wants to cultivate the soul with him, it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

In the ancient times, although it was difficult for fellow practitioners of the physical soul, it was not difficult. At least all the people in the Zizhou Mansion lineage were fellow practitioners of the physical body of the soul.

It snowed heavily, and the earth seemed to be coated with a layer of silver gauze.

The winter is biting.

The figure of a young man appeared on the snow-covered land. There was no breath in his body, just like a shadow.

"Although the central world is in turmoil, the land of China does not seem to be affected in any way."

Zhang Yan looked at the sky and the earth with clear eyes, an inexplicable afterglow flashing in his eyes.

This world is also a mysterious world that Zhang Yan read through in his previous life. In this world, readers are eloquent and talented, and they can develop great supernatural powers.

Regarding this point, Zhang Yan actually discovered in the prehistoric world that people with strong spiritual power can communicate with the laws of heaven and earth.

But compared with the hardships in the ancient times, this world seems simpler. Reading can make you talented, which is not empty talk here.

This is why in this world, there are hundreds of schools of thought that have manifested their sages, spanning the ancient times to the present, leaving a strong color on history.

"Xilulu!"

While Zhang Yan was lost in thought, a group of men on horseback came from a distance. Some of them were not wearing thick clothes, but they were able to withstand the wind and snow. The blood that filled their bodies resisted the wind and snow.

At the same time, there was a cave in a valley not far away, and the white snow in the sky was blocked by the natural barrier of the valley.

In a house, there was a young man who taught several foxes. His expression also changed.

"Someone went into the mountains to hunt."

Hong Yi looked worriedly at the little foxes beside him. Their fur was as flawless as snow.

Hong Yi understands the dangers of the human world best. During this period of heavy snowfall, if there are still people who set foot in the mountains, it must be for the fur of the snow fox.

Because, in the Daqian Dynasty market, a complete snow fox fur is worth tens of thousands of gold, which is enough to make hunters crazy for it.

Immediately, Hong Yi clenched his fists and said to himself: "We must not let those hunting people discover these little foxes."

Hong Yi quickly put on some clothes, pushed open the door to the room, braved the wind and snow, and followed the sound of the dog barking, slowly following it.

Hidden by the snow robe on his body, Hong Yi had excellent eyesight and saw a group of men and women on horseback in the distance, as well as the animals that made barking sounds.

That's not a dog, it's a mastiff!
  This is a beast that is more spiritual and ten times braver than a dog. It is the favorite hunting pet of local hunters.

The richness of blood on that head is comparable to that of a martial arts student who is accomplished in martial arts.

See this scene.

Hong Yi's hair stood up, and his heart sank. How could he save those little foxes from such terrifying mastiffs? He was just a scholar with no power to control them.

(End of this chapter)